much time has passed millennia They feel like traversed by the lethargy
In this gloomy darkness
With only a picture of my prince
dreamed that becomes visible when you close my eyes
Given the languid gaze of hundreds of fairy
That nod their heads crowned in roses
As I look hopeless to their graves
Tombstone carved with the whispers of the elves
That prey on around me like hyenas just waiting
Harpies my end
While I, caught in the dungeon of your memories I could not escape
embedded in your potion
Poison burning in my soul
sleeve the figure of any mortal
Taking his face to get my hopes again
Giving life to all my hopes
Dictated by the passion of my waking
Tanta light in such darkness,
But no ... it is a mirage of new
Everlasting
game of hide You come and go as smiling cherub
Hecatombe my delusions of prejudice
macabre masquerade comfort of your invention
Who do you think I am to me victim of such a claim? Gothic Princess
your story you
dark for my haven and rest
While pain and despair
Why come and go?
Any day came for us to stay? ... Petals
Prieta
zephyr black roses to my mausoleum
that flourished under the incessant rain of my restlessness
Rain sliding under the cold stone gargoyles that watch
each of my movements
Dancing in my darkness perpetuated Still
eternal dance in my accepting the invitation from the only gentleman of my desires
Palideciente
That reverberates my lips in scarlet footman
He sheathed by moments
Making me believe you, it was not nor will ever
Who you will use this time?
"show me your true face someday? No more dreaming
contained in exasperation No more of your beloved
came to me the young man who will embody the details unimaginable
So you face ever-changing food
my bloodless lilies,
was not revealed at all
not even in the middle of the fruit of our delirious confusion
Go and show yourself again, young vampire prince possession
Go back to another mortal
Using his lips to kiss
Using your body to feel
Until you dare to show you the way you are
Oh, dear prince
Because the masks will fall sooner rather than later
tired feet Before touring the forests thousand emaciated
From your princess ... Poet
MF
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